Updated: Apr 2
The silence of my hurts and pain as well as severe depression led to my substance abuse. I was inspired to write this poem as I struggled throughout my drug addiction as I recall the effects of how the drug use hindered my ability to speak out for help. The drug abuse numbed my emotional as well as physical pain. I would cry out on the inside of my mind wondering if people could hear me. I really did not want to become addicted to drugs nor did I really want to die. The drug use became the norm and thought I would never find my way out. Therefore, living became less important and became comfortable if my last IV injection would take me out.
I hope this poem inspires someone to break their silence and reach out. As long as we have breath in our bodies, there is hope! We all have hurts just different kinds of hurts. We all have struggles just different kinds of struggles. However, we are not defined be our past and there is no need to be ashamed of our situations. The best part, no one needs to walk the path of recovery alone!
Recovery/sobriety has given me the ability to find my voice and reach out/cry out as others can hear me now!